Necromancy

Chapter 2: A Very Long Story

Warnings for this chapter: Swearing

All other warnings and disclaimers are in the first chapter.

Beginning Note: Parseltongue is "in English and italics". French and any other language is in "that language and italics" if you get confused, then suffer in your befuddlement (I love that word) because I can't think of an easier way to explain that.

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Harry began humming as he allowed the information to sink it. Harry knew he was in shock and that he was most definitely not right in the head when he told the founders about himself. If he had been this forthcoming with information while he was alive, he'd have died long before the war ended.

But what was left to lose now? I'm dead.

Rowena Ravenclaw managed to regain most of her composure the fastest and said, "Well…this is quite a surprise. Why don't you tell us what happened to you exactly?

Harry fixed her with a chilling glare. "Are you sure you wish to know?"

"Yes!" Yelled Slytherin. "What the hell happened to my heir?"

Harry raised an eyebrow. "Why should I tell you about that?"

Helga piped up, "Who else could you tell?"

No one, Harry thought, but said nothing. He knew there was no one else he could turn to, just as well as Hufflepuff knew that. Harry sighed, and began to tell the founders his past.

After all, what was left to lose now?

"I-" Harry began, but Slytherin interrupted him.

"Not here! We don't know who else is listening here!" It took a minute for Harry to realize that Slytherin had spoken in Parseltongue. A test to see if Harry was indeed related to him.

"Alright." Harry nodded, "We'll wait until we're in a more secure place until we talk."

"Good. Monsieur Malfoi, if you would mind giving us time to talk?" Slytherin had a steely glint in his eyes, making the question a command to all of the listeners' ears.

Malfoi hesitated, but bid farewell to them all. "Au revoir," and he stepped out the door. Gryffindor and Ravenclaw cast various spells which Harry assumed to be for secrecy; most he didn't recognize and all of them were cast directly from the hand. Harry made a note to ask about that later.

"Now, do tell us your story," Slytherin said.

Harry attempted to smile charmingly at all of them, but judging at Slytherin's narrowed eyes, he failed. "Oh, but I was hoping to chat for a little bit first. There's so much we can discuss, my dear great, great, great, great, great, great, grandfather. Who knows how many questions I've got."

Salazar tensed his jaw in frustration. "I will answer nothing as long as I don't know who you are. Now tell us or else." Harry felt skepticism rise in his body; what could he do to a ghost? Pick your battles, Riddle, he told himself, and opened his mouth to speak.

"All right. You want to know what happened?

My father was Tom Marvolo Riddle. His father- a muggle- abandoned him once he found out that his mother- your heir- was a witch. She found her way to a muggle orphanage, gave birth to my father there and died soon afterwards.

My father grew up in the muggle orphanage…when he became eleven, he was sent a letter from a school, called Hogwarts, the school that you four founded.

What? No, Ravenclaw, I have no idea why you four named the school that. May I continue now?

Thank you.

And so, my dear father goes through school...and meets a one hundred year old bastard who recognizes him as a powerful wizard and tries his hardest to annihilate him without causing suspicion or losing his 'good' image.

Hm? Oh. The old man, Albus Dumbledore, was seen as a figure of the Light, even though it's the complete opposite and I'm sure that he tricked the Sorting…Oh never mind. All you need to know about Dumbledore is that he pretends to be good, and he's really good at pretending.

Dumbledore wasn't able to directly hurt Tom, but he was able to complete fuck with Tom's life-

In my time, fuck can mean multiple things. I used it as 'completely mess up or ruin'. Anyway... he was able to completely ruin my father's life. He managed to spread rumors that my father was an awful person and made him shunned by his classmates and the old man even drunk some Polyjuice Potion and murdered his uncle and grandfather and framed it on Tom. Luckily, wizards don't care for muggles, or some hermit – yes, Salazar, his uncle was a hermit- or some hermit wizard who had just gotten out of Azkaban.

Oh, for the love of- the Polyjuice Potion makes it possible for a person to look exactly like someone else for an hour but it hurts like hell when you drink it and Azkaban is the wizarding prison. Not a pleasant place.

Urgh, may I please go on? You wanted to hear my story not squabble about how unfair it is.

Thank you. Again.

And so, Tom finds the Chamber of Secrets. Oh, I should explain what that is, shouldn't I? Well, after you four founded the school, you and Gryffindor got into an argument about whether or not muggleborns should be allowed into the school. You left the school, but rumor had it you constructed a secret chamber that only the heir of Slytherin could find and it contained a beast only the heir of Slytherin could control.

Tom found the Chamber, opened it, befriended the monster, and he became so overcome with bitterness and loneliness that he used the monster to attack the other students, eventually killing one. Then he blamed it on someone else and got off scot-free and with a nice award.

The monster was a basilisk, Ravenclaw. I'll explain what happened to it later.

Hey! Don't kill Slytherin, Gryffindor! Just because he put a dangerous creature in the school in the future, doesn't mean he'll do it again! Why do you think I'm telling you all of this?

Good, so can we all agree to not kill Slytherin?

Excellent. Now, after Tom graduated from school he sank into the Dark Arts and couldn't handle it. But he had better control of it when he met Lorelei, a witch from Germany. I don't know much about her, except she looked just like me, but more feminine. They fell in love, and eventually got me. They were both really happy.

But happiness is fleeting. Dumbledore, who had gained the position of the leader of the Light due to all of his manipulations, accused them of some crimes like murder, torture and such.

Oh, Ravenclaw, please stop looking at me like that. I hate pity.

My parents fought against him, but my mother was killed. So my father ran with me in his arms and cast a spell he made to send me through time to a place I'd be safe.

He also put a protection spell on me, one he invented himself. It could block anything. Remember this, it'll be very important.

Don't ask me how he did it, Ravenclaw. I never figured that out.

Anyway, I get sent forward through time, where this couple James and Lily Potter found me and adopt me. My father was driven mad at the lost of his wife and son and became a mass murderer with followers. He called himself Lord Voldemort – a nickname he made in his darker moments in school- and his followers were called Death Eaters.

Something you need to know- my adoptive parents were extremely kind. And because of their righteous ways and nosiness, Dumbledore saw the need to eliminate them. Well, at least that's what I think. He might have just suspected that I was really Tom's son and wanted Tom to kill me himself then rub it in his face, but I'll never know now.

He created this fake prophecy, and made sure that it reached Tom's ears. So then Tom thought that I was to be the boy who would kill him and Tom had sworn that he would remain alive to see his son because he was sure he sent his son to the future. On October 31, 1981, he arrived at the Potter's house and killed James and Lily.

Then my father casts the killing curse on me, but because of the protection spell he put on me it backfires and he turns into a type of spirit.

To make a very long story short, I got famous for something I can't remember, and for my supposed parents getting murdered.

So, Dumbledore sends me to Lily's sister, Petunia Dursley, and her husband, Vernon Dursley. And I suffer ten long years at the hands of Lily's family, who hate magic.

I'll just skip over those years to spare you.

Be quiet Slytherin……Fine. Let me rephrase that. I'm not going to tell you what happened during the years I was at the Dursley's because I don't want to and it's relatively unimportant to my story.

All you need to know is that I was miserable there, and my relatives were horrible.

When I turned eleven, I got a letter from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Yes, it's the exact same school you four will found.

Thus I enter Year 1. There I wore the Sorting Hat and got sorted into the Gryffindor House….oh. Hm, I probably should explain that. Alright, you four create a four houses because each of you value different traits in your students. And since none of you are immortal, you make a Sorting Hat that will sort the students for you one you all die.

Although, I think the Sorting Hat should sort people on where they truly belong and not just where they would like to be because otherwise it defeats the purpose.

Sorry…so after a long year, I end up nearly dying at the hands of my Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher who had Voldemort sticking out of the back of his head. Nothing too exciting.

No, I don't want to describe what happened in detail. So don't bug me about it. I'll tell you what I wish to tell you.

To bug someone means to annoy them persistently, Godric. It's a modern term.

In second year, the Chamber of Secrets is reopened. Now, I am told by Dumbledore that I am not the Heir of Slytherin and other things like that, but now I shouldn't believe anything he says. Apparently, he did think I opened the Chamber, but since I was the Boy–Who-Lived, who couldn't get rid of me without causing a ruckus. So-

...Ruckus means commotion.

So eventually, he hoped I would be idiotic enough to expose myself as guilty.

I found out later my father had left a diary where he preserved all of his memories in at the age of sixteen so he could reopen the Chamber and seek revenge against Dumbledore.

I ended up killing the Basilisk in the Chamber and destroying the diary.

Just an ordinary year for me.

In third year, I found my godfather, Sirius Black, who was wrongly convicted of murder and betrayal and helped him escape from Dementers.

Dementers were in control of the Ministry of that time, unfortunately.

Er...dementers are tall, robed creatures that make you feel you will never be happy again. You really don't have them here? Unbelievable...

I found out about my godfather, and how Peter Pettigrew betrayed my parents and how Remus Lupin wrongly thought it was Sirius who betrayed them.

Of course, no one cares about the fact I didn't even know any of them ever existed before then.

…Yes, I'm bitter. And I firmly believe I have every right to be.

My godfather escapes, and so does Peter, but I was satisfied with that. Actually no, I wasn't, but everyone told me I should be, so I kept my mouth shut.

In my fourth year, we have the Triwizard Tournament, which I have to participate in because a Death Eater in disguise put me in the Goblet of Fire.

…the Goblet of Fire chooses which students from the three schools, Hogwarts, Beauxbatons, and Durmstrang participate in the Tournament.

And after a long, long, long year I get to touch the trophy which transports me and Cedric –the Hogwarts champion- to a graveyard where he dies and I get to see my unknowing father regain his body.

Such a pleasant reunion, no?

Anyways, I get away, tell everyone that Voldemort is back, and everyone believes I'm a nutcase.

Aren't people so loyal?

We went over this already…I am a very bitter person. Extremely bitter.

For fifth year, I was extremely miserable and thanks to my own stupidity, my godfather is murdered by his cousin.

Dumbledore showed me a fake prophecy that told me I'm the only one who can kill Voldemort.

In sixth….well, let's just say everything went completely down hill. Even more so then in fifth.

In sixth year, I spent my entire time at Hogwarts avoiding people who wanted to either worship me, or kill me. I remember this one incident, where a classmate whose name I don't even know, tried to hurt me because her family had been killed by Voldemort. One of the professors stopped her though.

Dumbledore was making me train in Light Magic only, but Remus gave me a book on the Dark Arts because he thought that I would need to know what I'm fighting against.

He also noted how odd Dumbledore making sure I was isolated from Dark Magic. I trained a lot, during which, a lot of people died by my father's hand.

Seventh year was interesting, to say the least. At the very beginning of seventh year, I got a letter.

It wasn't an ordinary letter though. It was from Voldemort from about forty years ago. What happened it that he made a letter, to his son, so his son would know what his heritage was and who wronged his family if he died.

At the time, he had no idea his son was also his mortal enemy.

So, naturally, I had no idea what to do.

So I did nothing.

I couldn't think of anything to do. I couldn't tell Dumbledore because if what was said in the letter was true, then I couldn't trust him. I couldn't tell my friends because I had no idea how they would react to it, and they might go and tell Dumbledore.

So I had no one.

I considered responding…but what could I have said? 'Dear Tom, I'm sorry to tell you have sent your letter to the wrong person. I'm Harry Potter, certainly not your son', or 'Voldemort, you're a lying bastard, don't ever send a letter to me again, From your mortal enemy, Harry Potter'.

I chose none of them, and did nothing.

Eh? … Hufflepuff, at the time, I wasn't sure that Voldemort was telling the truth. For all I knew, he could have been trying to mislead me to kill me. And I was proud of my adoptive parents, and didn't want to accept that they weren't my real parents.

At the end, I killed my father. By that time, I knew that he was my father, and everything he said in the letter was true.

I...don't really feel like getting into all of that.

Thus the war ended. But I lost all of my friends either by death or our friendship just fell apart after so many deaths, so I accepted a job offering by Dumbledore.

I liked teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts. I stayed there for…five years I think, before Dumbledore called me to his office.

...I stayed there because I had no where else to go. Dumbledore...ruined my life and so many others...but I couldn't bring up the hate I needed to kill him...I've never been good at that.

Where was I...right, he called me to his office, he attacked me, and threw me out of the window.

This hole I have in my chest…I landed on the point of Gryffindor Tower.

And…here I am.

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End Note: I didn't intend for this chapter to be so long, but I messed up on the spacing for what I've written, and I want to keep the length of each chapter (about 7 pages or so) pretty consistent. Next update will be next weekend. And please, tell me if you think I'm keeping Harry's character believable. He's the one I'm most worried about. Feel free to give CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM on voice, plot, audience, character, POV, grammar and spelling or anything else you think I need to improve on. Flames will be ignored.